Let’s talk..

So this is basically a post of having interaction.

Couple of months before,I used to have a lot of interaction with my fellow bloggers,through which we sometimes exchanged information regarding our culture, which was really interesting.But gradually everything got faded and so I again wish to have blogger’s interaction.

So if you wanna share something,drop your words below!


In the Pursuit of Sadness

Who said I live in the darkness
There always arrive a light, at night
When the world rest in peace,I rest with this “Light of Happiness”
Which shows the world around me
Which shows the shadow of family and friends
Which convince me that I am not alone in this world
Which reflects the easiness of life and a reason to live it
Which makes me feel again like a Child
Yes “like a Child”!
When you are asked
” Have you eaten something?”
But only when I am in the Light of Happiness
That arrives at night,every single day,
“But just for a while”
Cause this Light of Happiness is nothing but just a “Dream”
It arrive like a guest
Gives me happiness and fades away
And then when I wake up
I realize that it was actually
“In the Pursuit of Sadness” not “Light of Happiness”!

Harshleen Israni

Inside Feelings

Gone r the days, when there exist Angels

Gone r the days when Angels would accompany me step by step

These r the days where Demons are more powerful

These are the days where I fight my own battle with Demons

Often Demons become so powerful

That I think of surrendering myself

But no, I respect the Angels
I respect how I were brought and grown up by those Angels

And wanna show the Demons
That no matter how much powerful they are, but teachings of Angels is surely gonna be the reason of their demise.

_Harshleen Israni


The words are always going to remain in my notepad
The real me is always going to stay in my notepad
I wish I could show you the real me
I wish I could read those words out to you
I wish I could give you the real address of me
But no, the day I lose my patience
The day I welcome you to my address
The day I serve you with those words,
You will take whole of me forever
and will never allow me to come back
Cause, the address is like a hell
Words are like demons
And you are my Angel,my Mum..

_ Harshleen Israni

Are we actors?

“Why don’t you feel anything”_ mum said

“I don’t bother much when I leave my family”_ daughter said

“I am broken,I am shattered”_ daughter’s heart said

“I know she’s concealing emotions”_ mum’s heart said

I sometimes wonder for this pretentious situation

For our inborn talent of pretending or acting

We start behaving like we r the world’s strongest titanium

No force can let us down

Who said ,actors are those like SRK,Aamir or Salman who actually work in film industry

“But when it’s time to leave our mum ,we become the real actors , controlling our emotions and tears”

_ Harshleen Israni

Sad Realisation

Why words always remained unsaid
Why couldn’t I just open my mouth when she was actually lying next to me
Why those were the rain drops
Why it was the thunder and the light ,
very early morning suddenly awakens me and urged me to at least look at her,
Cause that light and the sound were the most scariest thing that could have happened to me,
And that fear actually reminded me of all those words that were to be spoken
The feeling of bidding goodbye to be expressed
And when I just turned around
I discovered that she is gone…

Harshleen Israni

Upcoming sad story of a PEN!!

Some pressed me well and wrote
Some holded me little light and wrote
It always was depended upon their emotions
The more better mood was,the more lightly they hold me
The more frustrated they were,the more I was to be pressed
with more intense and heavy words that had to come out through my nib
I always had endured pain while they were getting their pain light
My nib would be constantly pressed ,until they were satisfied
Though I was given a little trouble,I enjoyed throughout
I miss of being used and then kept safe covered with my cap
Standing in the penholder or been resting safely in a compass box
Ohh!how badly I miss those days
Those beautiful words and the letters they made out of me
The uneven movements or the irregular shapes
Everything had to come out of me
Ohh!how I miss those days

Everything changed
When the world of digitals came
Where the keypad started seizing my right
I eventually lost my usage
And gradually got defeated
Now stories don’t come out of my nib
Rather they come out of me
Cause they shifted me from little penholder to this big museam
And see,I am resting in peace now
Just to tell you my story!!
                             Harshleen Israni